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THE DEEP ATTRACTION

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Sweet Dreams by Beyoncé

"My guilty pleasure, I ain't goin nowhere.
Baby, long as you're here, I'll be floatin' on air."

KAMARIA AND SAMIR
JUNE 6th, 2009.
SATURDAY  10:13 am.

1 year later.

"BAE, YOU REALLY finna piss me off right now." Kamaria closed her eyes, trying not to grow frustrated with her boyfriend.

"You get mad at me for everything, I'm jus sitting here trynna love you and shit and you mad." He spoke into her ear, running his hands up her stomach.

She felt a chill go down her spine and started pouting.

"You know I wanted to go to that breakfast thing and you sat there and didn't wake me up." She complained seriously.

"Baby if I would've woke you up, you would've got like thirty seconds of sleep. We got here late." He reasoned but she was still sad. "We can go tomorrow." He promised, locking their fingers together.

"Okay but what's the difference from today and tomorrow." She sighed , irritated.

"What do you mean, you gone get more sleep tonight so you can be up on time tomorrow." He laughed like it was obvious.

"Uhh, no I'm not. We finna be fucking all night." She corrected. looking at him as if he had lost his mind. They were literally on vacation, and her birthday had just passed 8 two days prior on June 4th, they were getting grown and she didn't care.

"You always trynna hunch on me !" Samir exclaimed pushing her off of his lap and she busted out laughing at his audacity.

"I know your not talking Samir !" She shouted back playfully, still on the floor of their room. "You wanna fuck every damn day, three times a damn day." She accused, which was true.

It was rare that they had sex that much, but that didn't stop him from wanting too that much. He wanted to spend every moment touching her and that was his problem.

"Liar." He looked away from her, and she just laughed while standing to her feet.

"I still wanna fucking eat, Samir." She huffed loudly, and he didn't answer her, ignoring her. Keeping his eyes on the tv that was playing Disney channel in English. "Samir I'm hungryyyy!" She grabbed his shoulders shaking him.

"Eat this dick." He muttered with an attitude.

"I'll do that later! Get me some food." She frowned serious, but he couldn't help but to smile at the fact that she made it sound so normal.

"Why are you yelling, you so dramatic. I hope yo brother hear you too." He muttered knowing they were around the villa some where.

It was her, Samir, Kyaire, Zariah, zayden and Kourtney. They were all in Dominica republic because Kourtney, kamaria, and zayden had graduated highschool two weeks prior-and instead of going on the class trip they did their own thing.

Kamaria got to pick where to go because her birthday was two days ago where she officially turned legal. She was the last out the group to turn legal, but it was fine with her.

All of them saved up all year for the trip, and Tamika, Simone, and Dexter all put in to help pay so they would have extra money when they got there which they did.

Dexter didn't agree that they didn't want to bring Sarai because she was a high school graduate too, and she turned legal a couple months ago but they didn't care.

"I hope he is listening cause if so he finna find out you be eating my ass." She spoke matter of factly making him gasp using his palm to cover her mouth.

"Girl what the fuck wrong witchu." He mugged her, while she smiled underneath his palm.

"I told you, you gone learn bout talking shit." She backed away from him. "If you not gonna feed me, I'm finna go see if my bestie will cook. And then when I leave imma go get a Dominican boyfriend." She spoke her second sentence quickly, then running out the room hearing him get up to go after her.

Making her way to the kitchen quickly, Samir pulled her back at the last minute.

"Bestie, this man is literally trynna kill me, help !" She started giggling in the middle of her cry for help, noticing Kourtney was sitting at the island , eating grapes.

Kourtney laughed but put her bowl down. "Slim, ion wanna have to cut you up in here, let ha go."  She reached for the knife on the counter and he smacked his teeth.

"Wassup wit you and her and these knifes. You crazy mufuckas was some ninjas in y'all past life or something." He frowned unwrapping his arms from around her.

"Shut up scary, before you get gutted." Kourtney widened her eyes daring him to come back slick with her.

"Anyways bestie, I gotta get a new Dominican man. Me and Samir is done." She stated solemnly.

"Oh nooo...I'll help you." Kourtney frowned playfully just to make Samir even more angry. Kamaria giggled and bumped fists with her.

"Give me some grapes." Kamaria looked at the bowl full of green seedless grapes.

"You can have them, I'll get some more." She passed the glass bowl to her.

"Thanks boo. Where's zay." Kamaria leaned against the island, and Samir groaned walking away after realizing she was ignoring him. He couldn't believe she was salty because he didn't wake her up for breakfast when they could just go tomorrow, or the day after that-or even the day after that.

"He's taking a shower. We jus went like five rounds." Kourtney disclosed since there was no such thing as too much information between them.

"Couldve been me but I woke up mad." Kamaria sighed starting to miss Samir like he wasn't just in her face literally ten seconds ago. "I miss my man. And junior." She sighed.

"Girl who the fuck is junior?" Kourtney asked opening the refrigerator.

"His penis." She sighed sadly again, looking at the floor.

"I swear your too much sometimes. If you miss the dick...go get it." Kourtney shrugged, bringing a glass down from the cabinet. Kamaria took her time to look around loving how the villa looked. It was really nice to her.

"I want too, but it's on punishment." She replied turning her head back in time to see Kourtney pouring lemonade in her glass of ice.

"What y'all two talkin about?" Zariah appeared around the corner with her hair in a messy ponytail. They could easily tell she was wearing kyaires clothes too.

"Good morning, and nothing much just feeding into kamarias dramatics." Kourtney explained, twisting the cap on the lemonade.

"I'm not being dramatic."

"Your sad because you want dick...and you could go get some right now if you wanted but you won't because your mad. And they call me dramatic." Kourtney shook her head bringing her cup to her lips.

Zariah began laughing. That sounded just like kamaria.

"Couldn't be me. I got my dose this morning." Zariah shrugged and kamaria gagged.

"Eww ! That's my brother!" She could feel her stomach grumbling. It was gross to even think about.  Then she straightened her back, "wait so everbody got dicked down except for me this morning?" She realized.

They both nodded in sync and kamaria stood to her feet. "Fuck yall. Y'all just weak ass bitches. That's why." She rolled her eyes and snatched the bowl of grapes when Zariah reached for one.

She turned her nose up, then switched off and away from them.

She made her way back to the room she was sharing with Samir, and he was in there, in the bed laying on his stomach with his eyes glued to the tv.

When she closed the door behind her, he shifted his gaze over to her. She walked over to their bags that was just sitting inside the open closet, and got her computer bag.

She grabbed it, and then sauntered over to the bed. "You still mad?" Samir questioned once she sat criss cross on the bed, opening her macbook on her lap.

"No." She answered typing in her password, and opened her files so she could go through her memories album out of bordem.

"So you wanna fuck?" He raised his eyebrows and she glanced at him, reaching for a grape.

"Nope." She smiled sweetly and he almost felt like crying.

"Kamariaaaaa, I wanna fuck youu." He dragged out , and she felt her clit throb at his raspy voice, and his words as well.

"Go take a cold shower in that nice ass bathroom attached to our room." She pointed her freshly done nails that were in a squared shape with light pink gel nail polish and Samirs initial on her ring finger.

He smacked his teeth, moving his body to lay his head on her thigh since her laptop was in her lap. "Watchu doin?" He questioned.

"Going through my memories album. I have one for each year. This is from 2008, last year." She explained as they watched the video of Kyaire riding his dirt bike.

She had so many videos of him, he looked different each year. Before it was because his hair was growing longer and longer, and last year he got a new type of hair cut so once again he looked different.

She continued clicking through things, seeing a lot of pictures of her and Samir taken on Polaroids or her Sony camera too.

He realized she took a lot pictures of them, just out to eat, or things of the sort. There were things of her and him out to eat, standing in the mirror, at the beach, and all types of things.

She even took pictures of him at practices and games too.

She also had pictures with the boys on his basketball team, since they had grown closer than ever. She was so sad that the older boys would be playing for their high school team next year.

"Wait go back." Samir told her, caressing her thigh, and she clicked the back arrow-putting another grape in her mouth.

"You be taking random ass pictures." He brought the mouse down, putting the picture in her favorites because he kind of liked it.

"Shut up, hater. This is a pure candid moment right here." She muttered, continuing to gaze through her pictures, and he just watched.

Her attitude was still evident but she was trying to hide, and he just hoped that today she would get out of her mood and then next three days afterwards would be good.

After a while, the girl got up and went back into the closet to gather her outfit for the day so she could shower. Sitting her duffel bag on the bed, she started rummaging through it. She had a suit case too but right now she was getting her bar soap, body wash, her shower cap, and everything else she needed for the shower.

Samir just watched her in content. She sighed feeling his eyes on her, and her heart swelled once they locked eyes. She could never stay mad at him, and at this point she knew she was being dramatic just like her bestfriend said she was.

"Do you wanna take a shower with me?" She questioned him softly causing him to lift his head up, smiling like a little kid who just got a new toy, nodding his head.

"Well you better hurry up." She gathered her things, heading to the attached bathroom, and that was all she had to say.

She stood in the large Mirror, removing her shirt, and then her bra before wrapping her hair up so that she could put it in her lavender colored shower cap. She bit on her top lip, reaching to slide her shorts down.

Samir stepped in the bathroom, watching her undress and he swore she was trying to seduce him.

Once she got her underwear off, she stepped into the large shower and turned the water on, starting to get her body wet while she reached for the rag to begin lathering it with her dove bar soap.

A few moments later Samir stepped in behind her, and kamaria felt butterflies erupt. She was always so nervous when they showered together. She just started getting comfortable. She didn't know why , but it was just so much more different-and a lot of intimacy which made her nervous.

She turned around to face him, "I'm sorry for being a bitch." She apologized and he rubbed his lips together looking down at her.

"It's okay I'm not mad, I love you mama." He told her, not really thinking anything of it. Kamaria was kamaria and he wouldn't have wanted her any other way.

She smiled softly then passed him her rag, and he laughed but started using it to wash her body as she stood there naked letting the water run over her while he scrubbed her down.

She swore it felt more therapeutic when he did it.

She watched him, but he was focusing on his task letting his eyes drift where ever the wash cloth was.

When he got in between her thighs she closed her eyes. She bit down on her bottom lip, and gripped his wrist causing him to look back at her face. He licked his lips before placing his lips on top of hers starting to kiss her.

She brought her arms up to wrap around his neck, and he dropped the rag from his hands, using his hands to grip her ass.

They were going at it, kissing like never before. They were really getting into it to, letting the water pour over kamarias back.

Just like that, all was forgiven.

THE NEXT DAY.

KAMARIA COULD NOT lie, she was extremely tired since her and her friends had been out doing things all day.

It was nearing six o'clock, and so far they had been to three different places, wanting to do everything under the sun and not missing any opportunities while there.

They took a cable car ride, along with zip lining, they also took a buggy tour in water caves where they got extremely muddy which irritated her a little bit.

They went home and took showers, and now they were on a monkeyland and plantation safari tour which was probably kamarias favorite thing.

"Bae, I think he like me." Kamaria pouted holding the most adorable little monkey she had ever seen in her life. It was a squirrel monkey, and this was her favorite activity from today because she got to interact with the monkeys.

Kyaire had a disgusted look on his face. He was the only one who wouldn't hold a monkey. He swore they we're evil, and traders. They would let you get comfortable then attack when you never think they would.

"K3 can you get my camera and take a picture. Kyree would love to see this." She thought about her baby brother. She wished he could come but he was away at overnight football camp.

Doing as told, he got her camera from her mini tote bag she had been carrying all day and snapped a lot of pictures of her holding the monkey doing many poses. "Twinssss!" He cheesed and her face dropped.

"Nahhhh he said twins!" Zayden bursted out laughing. There was never a time when he wasn't laughing. He was definitely up there on the humor scale with kamaria.

"You just mad cause this how your kids gonna look." Kamaria stuck her tongue out at him childishly.

Kyaire smacked his teeth, and now it was time for all three girls to laugh, and the monkeys stared at them before mimicking them and trying to laugh too which made it all the more funnier.

Kamaria grabbed the monkey off her shoulder, and the monkey leaned in attaching his lips to her cheek. "Nah did that monkey just kiss my wife?" Samir looked around to make sure he wasn't the only one to catch it.

"Bae it's a monkey..." kamaria looked at Samir.

He jerked his head back, "nah buddy, he gotta go. It's bout time to leave no anyway." He was serious too, softly grabbing the monkey giving it back to the tour guide who was laughing at his possessive behavior.

"Well, we had a good time." Kamaria spoke softly, reaching in her back pocket.

The girl had on a white tube top with a pink and gray flannel on, a pair of baggy jeans, and a pair of old air forces with gold jewelry because it looked so well with her skin color.

She grew up wearing gold, so she loved gold the most.

She pulled out a loose twenty dollar bill. "You guys can take tips right?" She questioned and he nodded saying yes taking it from her, gently.

"She always giving people money." Kyaire muttered to his friends and zayden nodded agreeing with a stink face.

"Oh shut up. You guys are all some haters, let's go." She ordered, whipping her head around, making her curls bounce like she was the boss of them. They still followed her, proving her point.

"She always calling somebody a hater, who she think she is." Zayden muttered crossing his arms over his chest. "She not my momma. Ion even like my momma."

"Exactly, acting like she ain't the youngest out of all of us. How the fuck do that work." Samir muttered shaking his head.

"She must've forgot who the big brother is." Kyaire pointed at himself.

"Y'all talkin shit?" Kamaria paused turning around to face them and they stopped in their tracks.

"Nah." All three spoke in sync, and Zariah and Kourtney laughed at how fast they changed up.

"Oh okay." She sized them up, before they made their way to the rental SUV they had for up until Wednesday when they left.

They all got in, and made it back to the large villa they were sharing, with four bedrooms, and four bathrooms.

Getting back, Samir headed straight for the shower, but kamaria said she would go after him, so that she could call her baby brother, missing him so much.

He was fifteen, so he wasn't at the stage where he wanted to be up under her that much anymore-more so worried about football and his so called girlfriend. She couldn't believe he had a girlfriend, he was growing up on her.

She could've swore she was just sixteen, and he was 13.

Now she was an legal adult.

"Hello?" Kyree answered the phone and she pouted. Even his voice was getting deeper. It was sick.

"Hey ky, what you doing?" She questioned sitting on the floor because she hadn't showered yet.

"Nothing, wassup? Y'all having fun?" He questioned obviously eating something.

"Yes we are, are you?" She questioned him back.

"Yeah, it's aight." He shrugged , he wished he could've been with them but it was fine.

"That's good to hear. I miss you so so much." She told him and kyree began laughing.

"You sound like a baby. Chin up chest out, Nigga." He teased her.

"Kyyy!" She exclaimed hearing him still laughing on the other end. "Say you miss your big sister back or I'm never buying you gifts again. And im not bringing you nothing home from here." She threatened.

"I miss you too lil bit , and I love you. I hope you having fun, but not too much fun if you know what I mean." He wiggled his eyebrows.

"Stop talking like that, your twelve." She shook her head, and she smacked his lips.

"I'm fifteen-gone be 16 in 6 months don't play no more." He warned her and she giggled. "I have to go, its my turn to take a shower. Tell Kyaire i love him, I love you too."

"But you just got on the phone." She frowned even more.

"Yeah but you called me late. I told you call me at five." He argued and she groaned.

"I love you too."

"Okay, bye." He hung up and her feelings were really hurt. She missed when he wanted to stay on the phone 24/7. She never thought she would, but she did.

She scrolled on facebook until Samir got out the bathroom, then she went and got in.

After she bathed thoroughly, she got out drying her body and rubbed lotion on herself. She brushed her teeth, and did her skin care which consisted of washing her face with dove and moisturizing. She slid on her underwear and then her bra then put her hair in a low bun.

She didn't put any clothes on though because she planned to lay down.

So, once she finished she opened the door, and she swore her soul left her body and her jaw dropped the sight of of their room.

"Waittttt! I wasn't done." Samir got aggravated since he hadn't put all the bags on the bed. There was rose petals everywhere, thankfully Zariah and Kourtney helped him with that part, and balloons with gift bags all over the bed-as her post-op birthday gifts.

"Oh my gosh, this is so cute." She could feel her heart pounding against her chest.

"So you like it?" He questioned her as her eyes scanned all over embracing it. It looked beautiful, and the thought counted the most. He definitely got her with the element of surprise.

"Yesss." She screeched lowly, feeling excited. She walked into his arms hugging him, ignoring the stuff laid out on the bed. She got on her tippy toes kissing him on the jaw.

"Let's have sex." She suggested so sweetly that if you were watching from afar you wouldn't even have thought it was what she said.

"So you not gone look at yo stuff." He laughed questioning her, even though his dick was growing hard in his pants from her words.

"Yes of course I am , I just wanna fuck you first." She admitted truthfully, giving him no time to think before she started kissing him again and he let her, sitting on the bed so she could straddle him.

His hands ran down the arch of her back while she began grinding in his lap, feeling how hard he was up against her crotch.

He reached up unclipping her bra before letting his hands run along her extremely soft skin. He was taking deep inhaled because she smelled so good fresh out the shower.

He brought his hands up, gripping her breasts before pinching her nipples softly and she moaned into his mouth.

He dropped his hands gripping her thighs, and held them standing up so she stayed on him, carrying her. He put her on the bed, and she got on her hands and her knees.

He had to pause to admired the sight. His eyes landed on her Samir tattoo on on her lower back and he just had too take a second. He remembered she swore it would take her six years to get his name, and they had only been together for a year and a half.

He was worse then her though, because he got Tayta on his lower stomach only a month in their relationship. Then he got her first name on the inside of his wrist after the year mark, then he got a K on the inside of his ring finger as well, when she got his name on her lower back. He was actually obsessed with her whole existence, and she didn't want it any other way.

They were in deep.

He wasted no time taking the lace panties she was wearing off, and he was pretty sure he bought them for her, but he could never remember. He had gotten her so many pair per her request that he lost track.

He quickly pulled his sweat pants down, standing behind her and he pushed her right leg out some more. She went into an even deeper arch giving him a clear view, and he swore he was salivating at the sight.

He pulled her closer to the edge of the bed by her thighs, and rubbed his tip from her clit all the way to her entrance feeling how slick it was. He almost groaned at the feeling.

"Arch again." He told her and she bit her lip in anticipation going back into her deep arch. Grabbing the base of his dick, he slowly slid it inside of her until his lower pelvis touched her.

Kamaria gasped in pleasure feeling the boy fill her up, getting chills as if it was their first time again.

Samir grabbed her bun, and tilted her head back to kiss her. He plunged his tongue into her mouth earning a moan from her.

He began to slide in and out of her at a steady pace, moving his hips back and forth. She swore she could feel him so much better in this position, but this time it felt so much more intense.

"Fuck mama, you feel so good." He let out a breath, before he finally groaned. He gripped onto her hips and she moaned loudly before quickly turning her face into the cover remembering her brother along with other people were there.

She let out a breath and turned her head back side ways. "Go faster Samir." She moaned out loud, fluttering her eyes from how intense she felt. She started pushing back towards him in a desperate manner.

"Chill, I gotchu mama" he assured her smoothly. He pulled his entire dick out of her, and then rammed back into her with no regards.

The air in the room was growing humid, and she could already feel the sweat building up in her. The sound of their skin slapping began echoing throughout their large room.

Kamaria said fuck it and stopped caring if anyone heard her.

"Sami-owww fuck!" She moaned loudly, and her mouth fell agape , no sound leaving it as she gripped onto the sheets with all she had in her.

"You like that, huh?" He groaned softly, still pounding into her, he trailed his left hand up her stomach to grip her boob. "You like it when I fuck you like dis, don't chu?" He questioned knowing the answer.

She was so tight, soft and warm around him, his knees almost buckled. "Fuckkk." He whispered and then threw his head back closing his eyes.

She moaned swearing she was becoming even more aroused and she didn't know that was possible. She gasped loudly when he started going harder than before. "Yes baby I do..." she answered trying to reach back.

His powerful strokes that he sent to her core continued and he grabbed her hand placing it behind her back to restrain it.

"Stop trynna fucking run." He muttered leaning down slightly once he felt her attempt to stop arching. He brought her right back though trying to go even deeper.

"It's too de-ep..." she whined struggling to even finish. He bit his bottom lip ignoring her words and at this point she knew he was trying to kill her. That's had to be what was going on. "You too big Samir." She cried out loudly.

"Shit I'm finna nut ma, cum wit me." He let a moan slip out continuing to pound into her with his long and hard strokes from behind her. He watched her ass ripple every-time they connected and his stomach tightened at the sight.

He angled himself better and started hitting her spot repeatedly with no remorse and she moaned louder than before. "Fuck Samir I can't take it no more." She clutched the sheets tighter. "Take some outtt."

"Nah you wanted this remember?" He reminded her. "Shut that shit up, and move yo hand." He let it go, placing his hand on her hip to fuck her harder.

"Sh-shittt" her eyes rolled to the back of her head. She started trying to move forward and he held her in place. He could feel her convulsing around him and he started trying to chase his nut.

"Damn baby," he muttered and Kamaria used her free hand to cover her mouth, and she cried out loudly one more time as they came together. She could feel him filling her up, and it felt so good.

She tried to catch her breath but before she knew it she was being flipped on her back.

He was still hard, and this confirmed he was trying to kill her. That's what kamaria was starting to think at least.

"Put it in," he instructed her, and she tucked her lips in reaching between her legs to grab his dick. She placed it at her entrance, and she pulled it in with a little push from Samir.

He leaned down once he was fully in and she placed her hand on his chest. "You good?" He questioned softly and she nodded slowly.

He started rocking in and out of her, "shit." He let out a grunt, holding her smooth legs up into the air. He held her legs in place before he started delivering slow and hard strokes that had her body jerking.

She wrapped her arms around him, and dragged her nails down his back. "Fuck mama" he groaned closing his eyes tightly once he felt the intense pleasure she gave him creep up on him.

He started pounding into her thrusting his hips forwards drilling into her, and her mouth fell open.

She let out a soft delicate moan that was like music to his ears. "Oh my goshhh" she moaned loudly and he dropped his head to suck on her neck.

She cried out burying her face in his neck. Samirs eyes rolled. "I'm finna nut mama-" he warned her at the same time that white creamy substance began spilling out lubricating his dick.

"Sss" his hissed kissing the crook of her neck before he met her lips and gave her passionate tongue kiss, rolling his hips slightly. He pulled back and she opened her mouth, so he let spit drip from his mouth to hers transferring it over leaning back down to kiss her right after.

He trailed back to her neck, breathing on her skin.

"Awnn fuckk." He groaned letting his warm semen spill deep inside of her, and her entire body twitched.

They didn't move for a few moments until he finished, and he finally removed his head from the crook of her neck getting ready to clean them up.

"Why you crying?" He was confused, noticing tears falling from her eyes. He brought his thumb to wipe them and she wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him closer.

"I love you so so much samir. I swear on my life." She felt like pouring her heart out. Nobody connected with her in her 18 years of life like he did.

He swallowed, before fixing them so he could sit her on his lap.

"I love you too baby, don't cry though."

"You don't get it," her voice was soft, and she shook her head. "I can't ever loose you again. Promise me you won't leave me no more." She felt so weak for crying.

He felt his heart shatter realizing where her frustrations were coming from. "I swear on my life kamaria I'll never-ever leave you again mama. Imma get my shit together, you got my word." He promised.

He would go to college for sports management, so he could be a basketball coach, and he would make her proud.

"And then we gonna have babies." She stated laying her head on his chest feeling like a baby. And he didn't make it any better because he treated her like one.

"Mhm, fifteen of em." He nodded making her smile, lifting her mood just like that.

"Can we name our daughter Samaria like our koala ." She suggested feeling the thought come to mind.

He laughed nodding his head. "I like it." He was honest. "Now stop crying, cause I love you. A lot-more then myself." He had this weird deep attraction for her-which he classified as true love.

"I love you too, samir. Forever."

That is a fucking wrap wtf💔💔💔💔💔💔💔 I literally live for them. They are perfect.

I rlly js finished my first ever urban book💔 like this is sooo bitter sweet for me

I got some new shit cooking up tho, stay tuned

MYA OUT🫡💔